Thursday, March 7, 2013

A.D.D.BLOG

"Blog" is short for web-log, which makes me think of an Amazing-Lumberjack-Spiderman, which makes me think of a whole lot of other random stuff that I could probably spin off into a dozen other posts.

Knock, Knock.
Who's there?
A.D.D. kid.
A.D.D. kid who?
Hey, wanna go ride bicycles?

Once upon a time, people with brains like mine were told to get back to work. Nowadays, they're medicated and told to get back to work. Or, if they're lucky enough to fall through the cracks of the Educatory Brainpocalypse, they maybe end up as artists.

Artists are people who let their brains wander around in unexpected directions. Pablo Picasso (one of our finest brain-wanderers) once said in awkward, stilted English that "All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist when he grows up." I think he was right about that. I think that all kids are wired to mentally-meander a bit, but that some of them just have brains that -- unlike mine -- are easier to shackle into a normal way of thinking.

I think the people with those sorts of brains tend to write better blogs.

Humans, in my experience, want consistency. We want to be endlessly amused and titillated, yes, but within certain parameters. We appreciate a home base. We'll happily take a vacation, as long as we know our sofa and dead plants will be waiting when we get back. We want our movies to surprise us, sure, but not too much.

That's why blogs like this, which are about everything and therefore nothing, don't do extremely well. People who once came here because they loved something I said about writing will be annoyed when for the next month I talk about nothing but theology, film, painting, and the weird things my kid does.

And vicey-versey.

Weirdly enough, I am able to focus on one topic for a long time... if it's a sustained work of art and I'm attempting to hone it into a semblance of perfection. But although I did write the perfect blog post one time, mostly these posts are just about me squeezing the detritus out my fingers so there's room in my brain for important stuff like walking and horking loogies at the same time.

Consider this post a blip on the timeline of this blog, then... a brief moment where I stop, get a little meta, and apologize for not providing you with the consistency you crave.

I'll let you in on a little secret, though: it doesn't have to be like this.
If you'd prefer me to stick to one topic all the time, all you have to do is--oh look! A squirrel!

4 comments:

  1. This is so true ! Chief wanderer right here.

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  2. Wander on, McBeardsley. Wander on.

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  3. Ray Davies wrote a song just for people with brains like yours, you know...

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